Dinner After Midnight

I'm a bad person. I haven't gone to my lit. class this week at all. I had intended to go today, but I wasn't already on campus because I hadn't had conference and I was therefore asleep. Also, I hadn't done the reading on account of being irresponsible yesterday. I could have stayed at the library, but it was much more enticing to have a ride home that happened to be right after I got to the library as opposed to half an hour later. Besides, I might not have gone on a somewhat spur-of-the-moment trip to Hotcake House for food. What ended up happening was that I was at Meg's and taking advantage of the phone line and my computer while the others (Meg, Kate, and Eileen) played a mini-game of Drunk Taxi Driver and were going to watch a movie. The movie wasn't quite decided, and the Princess Bride had been suggested. Next thing, they're all rushing out the door to get to Hollywood Video before it closed eight minutes hence to rent Grease. I stayed behind, not wanting to rush off. They took the $5 car, which John wanted to use. (It is technically his.) So he came over to wait so that he could leave with the car to go to the Hotcake House with Molly. I went along as well, as I was hungry and welcome to come. I'm glad I did, because it was nice. I should hang out with people I don't normally hang out with more often. Though this particular group probably didn't reduce the soap-operaticness of everything. Could have been worse, though, I suppose. The three of us don't have issues with each other.

Oh Yeah, Almost Forgot This...

Question: Is a person's level of gutter-mindedness indicative of that person's level of sexual frustration?

Discuss.